Bad Baby

11

I hadn't bothered trying to make my boobs appear smaller. With Victor's sexcapades enabling me to stay overnight at Jacob's, I knew I needed to get something to happen. I couldn't get the thought of his hands on my body out of my head, and I was almost shaking with desire and need as I made my way up to his apartment a few blocks down from mine.

I gave the black wooden door at a velvety red hallway a knock. I didn't have time to even ready myself before it flung open and revealed an excited Jacob. "Hey!"

"Hi," I returned his smile, my arousal wetting my panties at the sight of him in slightly tight black sweatpants and a black Rolling Stones tee shirt. His hair was towel-dried, just having come out of the shower. I shouldn't be thinking about sweet and pure Jacob in a shower - hand wrapped around his member for good measure - but I was.

He let me in, taking my bag from me and placing it on an island table while I took in my surroundings. His apartment was comfortably sized and surprisingly modernistic and stylish.

"I made popcorn for us if you want to watch a movie?" he suggested, walking up to me. "Sounds good," I managed a small laugh, amused by how energetic and happy he was right now, after having kept his distance from me after I had given Jones my number.

Jones had texted me after my last lecture, but I hadn't replied. I wasn't physically, or in any other way, that attracted to him. I could understand why most girls probably would be, though, but I craved someone much different.

Jacob told me to make myself comfortable on his couch and also to chose a movie from Netflix on the big flatscreen he had on the opposite wall. What I really loved about his apartment, was the window stretching out to fill the whole wall behind the television, leading out onto a balcony.

I knew he had no back thoughts or plans for something to happen between us tonight, but I did. He made me feel so good with his random compliments and observations of me, as well as the way he gave me all his attention and the way his eyes would watch me, I wanted him to feel good as well. I wanted to see him feel good.

The tight grey shirt I was wearing had a v-neck, and I made sure to pull it down a bit to reveal even more of my cleavage. The black leggings I had on were easy to gain friction and contact with from him.

"This movie is really funny," his voice made me look up just in time to see him casually sitting down right next to me with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. He was talking about a random comedy movie I had chosen and pressed play on.

His upper arm was against mine before he reached over to place the bowl onto a glass coffee-table right in front of us.

With the dimness of his apartment enveloping us, I swiftly moved to straddle his lap, definitely taking him by surprise.

Jacob's eyes widened a bit, staring at me with a certain darkness and intensity. I gave him a gentle smile, cupping his strong jaw and running my thumb over his cheekbone. "Can I kiss you?" I murmured lowly, all while aware of his struggles of keeping his hands to himself.

He looked so nervous, it almost made me feel bad for wanting to corrupt him like this. "Why?" he spluttered out, blushing.

Did he think I was doing just as a sort of thank you for letting me stay the night? I let out a laugh, "because you make me feel these strange things, Jacob. I can't hold back from you anymore".

The poor man was still blushing, completely not having expected it to go like this. "Isis, I- I don't get it," he shook his head to himself, frowning a little while his breathing had escalated a bit.

I gave him an assuring smile, my chest almost against his. "What don't you get, baby? I want to kiss you," I let my hand run through his damp hair slowly, and with care.